Chapter 1 Inside the Dragon Tiger Mountain

Inside the reception room on Longhu Mountain, Wei Yuan took a sip of tea. The black cat lazily sprawled on his lap, not wanting to move at all, only its tail swaying back and forth against Wei Yuan's leg. Sandalwood incense was lit, and wisps of smoke drifted in the air. No one spoke, and a solemn and sacred atmosphere seemed to permeate the air.

It was like a super mass for all Daoist disciples to participate in every forty-nine years. Amidst the sound of the sacred Heavenly Peng Bell, all the souls of the dead in the world would be delivered, so that wronged souls and fierce ghosts would do what they should do, each returning to their own home to find their own mothers, and the territory would be peaceful, and everyone would get what they deserved.

But in fact, Mother Nuwa was just eating snacks.

Yuanshi Tianzun, Curator Wei, held his tea, his eyes a little nervous.

It wasn't until Nuwa showed a gentle smile after a moment of surprise that the tense atmosphere dissipated, and everyone subconsciously relaxed and breathed a sigh of relief. Naturally, even if the food Wei Yuan gave wasn't to Nuwa's taste, she would still smile and say that she liked the snacks Wei Yuan made very, very much.

Like a child giving a gift to their mother in elementary school, the handmade item sent out awkwardly was actually very rough and clumsy, but the mother would still reach out and ruffle your hair, with a happy expression on her face.

And there would never be a mother in the world more competent than Mother Nuwa.

But now, the expression that was obviously surprised could explain even more.

Wei Yuan was satisfied, took a sip of tea, then lowered his eyes and looked at Fuxi over there. If he didn't look at his opponent's expression at this time, it would be no different from the ancient saying of "wearing brocade at night." Wei Yuan saw Fuxi over there with his hands clasped together, biting his fingernails to vent his anger, as if that was Wei Yuan himself.

Fuxi hated him to the core.

Especially when he thought that the snacks this stinky brat made were actually the result of his own efforts to try them out bit by bit, and were definitely the kind that his mother liked the most, Fuxi's regret was like swallowing a large tank of highly concentrated acetic acid, the taste made his heart churn, gnashing his teeth, almost shedding tears of blood.

Wuwuwu, A-Wa, my A-Wa!

Wei Yuan, you wait!

Wei Yuan contentedly withdrew his gaze, feeling that his tea tasted even better.

Then he took out a scroll from his sleeve. The material of the scroll was a tree that supported the sky and the earth, or rather, the word "connecting" was more appropriate, Jianmu, a sacred tree that no one in Eastern mythology could ignore, supporting the nine heavens, maintaining the original world of humans and gods. The Sanxingdui relics excavated in the human world, the tall and admirable, ingenious and breathtaking Sanxingdui sacred tree, was a branch of Jianmu.

In that era, the existence of Jianmu was like a theorem.

In that era, people and gods were separated by Jianmu, and the sun, moon, and stars revolved around this huge existence that didn't seem like a "tree." Even wise and great rulers like Ji Xuanyuan, Chiyou, and Emperor Yan only showed their bravery by ascending Jianmu.

Of course, this Jianmu was eventually cut down by a crazy and talented emperor of the human race.

It was Emperor Zhuanxu. When Wei Yuan flipped through history, looking at the cold words on the yellowed ancient scrolls, he still couldn't imagine how the young and lonely Emperor Zhuanxu, who liked to play the zither and was known as the first rhythm game enthusiast in human history, had become a solitary, gloomy, and ruthless ruler step by step in the history where all his friends had left.

Chongli was framed by him, and besides Chongli, there were more gods and humans who entered the final game under the gaze of the ruler. Finally, after the separation of heaven and earth, he cried and laughed, drinking alone until late at night, and then, carrying the sword that Gonggong had given him before falling asleep, he directly cut down the sacred tree that the Great Wilderness had once been so proud of.

Oh, it turned out to be just a piece of wood.

A bigger piece of wood is still wood, and [Jian 建] became [Jianmu 建木].

From then on, humans and gods separated, and the concept of [Human World 人间] truly existed.

And now, Wei Yuan held such a scroll made of the heartwood of a sacred tree in his hand.

Of course, all the costs of making this divine weapon were paid by Young Master Dijun.

Fuxi was stunned. He seemed to realize something, opened his mouth wide, and then two clusters of golden flames burned in his vertical pupils, looking at Wei Yuan as if facing a great enemy. Wei Yuan glanced at Fuxi, holding the *Shanhe Sheji Tu* (the map of mountains, rivers, and the country), like holding an ancient and precious sword, and walked towards Nuwa.

Fuxi was furious!

"Stinky brat, I haven't given Mother my gift yet. Do you know what priority is?!"

"Is this what your teacher taught you?!"

Wei Yuan's response was resolute: "One should not defer to one's teacher in matters of virtue!"

"Even my teacher wouldn't defer, let alone you?!"

After a period of unproductive and extremely clichéd bickering and anger, Wuzhiqi yawned, finished the tea in his cup, and conjured a bottle of ice-cold soda, pouring it into his cup. Immediately, he noticed a gaze falling on him. Wuzhiqi turned his head and saw Wei Yuan looking straight at the soda in his hand.

"...Want some?" Wuzhiqi raised his hand.

"Yes."

Wei Yuan seemed to know nothing about politeness and nodded.

Wuzhiqi poured a cup for Wei Yuan, so the two "rebellious sons of the Wei family" reached a consensus at this time.

It is often said that the most stable relationship is one where you have shared a desk and fired a gun together, but they had not only fired a gun together, but also taken on Wei Yuan together. Although they hadn't succeeded, this relationship could be said to be stronger than gold. The two raised their teacups and clinked them together, nodding slightly. Everything was understood without words.

"Next time, want to mess with Wei Yuan together?"

"Together."

The Museum's Fathers' Worries Alliance was thus successfully established.

In the end, Wei Yuan still managed to give the gift before Fuxi. The *Shanhe Sheji Tu* could be used for both offense and defense, but when Fuxi discovered that there was also a mistake in it that belonged to him, he was slightly relieved, feeling that this guy wasn't so bad after all. At least at this critical moment, he still remembered his uncle.

Nuwa looked at the *Shanhe Sheji Tu*.

The white-haired little Nuwa was sitting on a chair, her white hair tied up and secured with a black wooden hairpin. She was wearing a white Daoist robe, and her hands were slightly covered by the sleeves. Her fair hands gently clasped her sleeves, and then were placed obediently on her lap. Her pale little face was tense, her eyes straight ahead, not looking at Mother Nuwa's gift at all.

I don't care, don't care.

Don't care at all.

The girl was hypnotizing herself.

But in fact, she was like the younger sister who was waiting when she saw her older sister having a gift, or like seeing a friend in the dormitory buying food and then starting to share it with everyone. Before it was her turn, she had already seen it, but she still pretended not to see it and didn't care at all, and only when it was her turn would a look of surprise appear on her face.

Obedient, jpg.

Her consciousness since birth was like a white snowfield, her heart pure and clean. She didn't think that Wei Yuan had only prepared a gift for Mother Nuwa, so she was just waiting quietly and joyfully, as if waiting for the bell and countdown of the New Year to arrive. And until a sword was placed in front of her, the sound of the bell finally rang.

It was a sword very similar in style to Wei Yuan's sword.

It was a Han sword, but shorter and narrower. It wasn't the standard eight-sided Han sword, but four-sided. The whole sword was contained in a very beautiful scabbard. If Wei Yuan's sword was like a Han from outside the pass, raising his neck and drinking the strong wine of that era, a fat man like a tiger glaring at the enemies on the grassland, and then wiping the wine drops from his beard,

Then this sword was like a graceful woman, dancing barefoot on soft and expensive carpets in a luxurious palace decorated with gold and gems, the long and soft sleeves drawing a beautiful arc in the eyes of the ruler, making people unable to resist being immersed in this wine and lust. Suddenly, the bronze lampstand overturned, the lamp oil spread into flames, and then an inch of cold light bloomed from the beauty's waist.

But it was still a sharp weapon.

A brilliant smile appeared on the white-haired Nuwa's face. She held the short sword and looked at it over and over again, joy flowing in her eyes. Then she suddenly hooked Wei Yuan's shoulder and gently kissed him on the cheek, without much mixed thoughts, possibly more inclined to express joy.

But the air seemed to freeze.

Wei Yuan touched his cheek.

The white-haired Mother Nuwa had already sat back, holding the sword, her eyes full of happiness.

It was just that Fuxi's screams seemed to be heard in everyone's ears, a sticky, shaking, wet, and fat moving animal's scream twisting in the darkness.

Even Wei Yuanjun was stunned.

Wouldn't Uncle-Grandpa blacken on the spot and beat the old man into the ground while crying?

She thought for a while, then grabbed the spear in her hand. The Fathers' Worries Alliance must first have a father to worry about, but Fuxi was very calm. He stood up and sent the gifts he had prepared to the two Mother Nuwas, almost two identical ornaments, made of the finest gems in the Three Realms and Eight Desolations, dazzling.

Even the most beautiful woman would show joy and shame when she saw these two ornaments.

Because such dazzling things seemed to only be worthy of the emperor's concubine who overlooked all living beings from the sky, or the Queen Mother of the West on Kunlun Mountain, where the snow never melted all year round, who was the head of many female immortals in Daoist mythology. Mother Nuwa nodded and thanked him with a gentle smile.

It was like a polite greeting that couldn't be more polite. "Brother, you've gone to a lot of trouble."

The girl said this, then put the gifts away, still holding the scroll of the *Shanhe Sheji Tu* in her hand.

The white-haired little Mother Nuwa didn't even look at this gift.

But Fuxi still tried hard to make a final struggle. He leaned towards the white-haired Nuwa and said tentatively: "Xiao Nuwa, look, didn't I give you a gift?"

The white-haired girl didn't raise her head and hummed.

Seeing that the other side didn't understand, Fuxi had no choice but to say again: "Didn't you just give Wei Yuan a return gift?"

"Ahem, this can't be unfair. You have to give your brother a..."

Zheng!!!

The short sword in her hand was unsheathed by an inch, and a cold, iron-blue aura spread out, as if to make people shiver. It was like the dancer no longer dancing, but kicking over the bronze lampstand with one foot, and then holding this exquisitely shaped artwork directly against the king's throat, her big eyes full of the expression, "I'm very annoyed, you better behave yourself."

Fuxi said without changing his expression: "A thank you?"

The white-haired Nuwa stared at Fuxi, then said in a clear and calm voice: "Thank you, brother."

This already made Fuxi happy, and then the white-haired girl slowly put the sword back into its scabbard, and then handed the gift that Fuxi had given to Wei Yuan, and said: "Do you need it? This thing seems to be very valuable."

Wei Yuan really wanted to agree.

The value of this thing in the human world was already immeasurable. Just knocking off a gem would allow Wei Yuan to live a life of abundance, but that would be almost as foolish as buying a casket and returning the pearl. But Wei Yuan looked at the white-haired girl and still smiled and said, "This is your gift, it should belong to you."

The white-haired girl murmured: "So I can give it to you."

But that would make Fuxi unhappy. This guy would be like a bull with red eyes, or a primary school student who makes an appointment to meet at the school gate after school, tirelessly trying to take revenge on Wei Yuan, and finally overturning Wei Yuan on the gray ground at the school gate and then turning his head triumphantly to look at the girl over there. But at that time, the white-haired girl would just worry about helping Wei Yuan up and carefully patting the dust off him.

What a tragedy this is.

Wei Yuan and Fuxi were doing their best to avoid such a embarrassing and tragic scene from happening.

So even though he was as poor as he was, he had no choice but to refuse.

Seeing that his nephew was sensible, Fuxi nodded in satisfaction, then picked up his teacup, took a sip of tea, and said: "Since that's the case, it's time for us to talk about serious matters. Mother, I heard that you have already made the household register, right?" Fuxi crossed his hands, resting his chin, his aura as majestic and imposing as if he were participating in the final stage of the World War!

"I want to be the head of the household!"

Five words, with the force of an avalanche!

Nuwa took a sip of tea and smiled slightly: "It's naturally no problem for brother to be the head of the household."

"But we originally wanted to decide to give A-Yuan this title."

"So, do you still want to be the head of the household now?"

Fuxi nodded heavily, his eyes extremely firm.

Then Nuwa showed a smile on her face: "Well, it's not impossible to consider, after all, brother, you are older than A-Yuan and have more experience."

Fuxi nodded repeatedly, full of confidence.

Mother Nuwa changed her tone and said: "But after all, we had already promised to give it to A-Yuan."

She signaled Wei Yuan with her eyes to keep quiet and not to say much.

Then she looked at Fuxi in front of her with a smile: "So, since brother wants this position."

"Do you have any compensation prepared for A-Yuan?"